💀☠💀☠💀☠ Darkest Secrets

I had my walk last evening to the Fleetwood Save-on-Foods outlet, probably leaving here around 8:15 p.m., and walking rather leisurely. I see now that it does not take much over an hour to arrive there.

However, all I bought were two six-pack rings of cider (5% and 7% alcohol) ─ each was a different brand; and a bottle of potassium supplements. In total, the purchases cost me $49.30.

I cannot afford expenditures like this so regularly, and it has me concerned.

Anyway, I drank a can each of the two brands of cider during my walk home, and nicely felt the alcoholic effect.

It was almost 11 p.m. once I was back, and I was to find that my younger brother was garrulously drunk. He was content to waste our T.V. time until midnight with his incessant yakking before finally inviting me to tune in something via our Android TV Box, but I ignored his two suggestions as to just what.

Consequently, he immediately harboured resentment towards the pilot episode of a new series I had lined up for us ─ Noughts + Crosses.

He can be petulant like this, and his interest development in the show was not helped by his attempts to engage me in conversation by venturing undesired negative commentary. I just ignored him ─ it is the only way to reduce his blather.

I enjoyed the episode, and find the series to be intriguing, so I will be tuning in future episodes from time to time for us. I doubt that he will even remember that we watched the pilot episode the next time I play the series.

After that we only watched random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app, and then around 2 a.m. he bade me a goodnight.

Somehow I managed to refrain from my bed until just after 4 a.m., despite only having consumed two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) over the evening's T.V. viewing.

Yet this morning I was awake and rose after likely less than four full hours in bed ─ and I felt it. I felt abused.

But somehow before my brother made his appearance, I managed some gruelling exercising out in the backyard tool shed this cloudy day.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until 10 a.m., confessing to having slept unusually well.

Again employing our Android TV Box, I had an hour-long (1:00:13) video lined up for us to watch that had been added to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel on March 1, 2022: The World's Largest Toga Party.

Happy Mardi Gras! To celebrate, Mark Groubert is going to share the events surrounding when he hosted the World's Largest Toga party in New Orleans as part of the National Lampoon. Like everything else with Mark, the stories and characters are insane.

It was a fun episode!

Then I tuned in a 24-minute (24:47) video that had been added to Rumble's The Why Files channel back on February 2, 2023: Georgia Guidestones Darkest Secrets Revealed | Destroyed by a villain or a hero?

Georgia Guidestones Destroyed by a Villain or a Hero?

On July 6, 2022, a bomb detonated on a 5-acre plot of farmland in Elberton, Georgia. The explosion destroyed a large monument that had stood on the property for over 40 years.

Known as "The Georgia Guidestones", it was four monolithic slabs of granite, weighing over 230,000 pounds, that contained a set of rules for a more peaceful and orderly society.

The identity of the builder was a mystery for 40 years, but today I'll tell you who he was.

But why did he want to keep his identity a secret? Probably for the same reason the Georgia Guidestones were destroyed.

Because, according to the Guidestones, the way to a perfect society is through a one-world government, genetic and racial purity, and massive global depopulation.

In other words: A New World Order.

After that, it was again the SmartTube random YouTube videos for a while. My brother returned to his bedroom for some rest, but I had a substantial first meal of the day and had yet to seek a nap when he emerged from his room and left for the day.

While I napped, he phoned me at 2:16 p.m., but had to leave a message for me to call him back. I did so at 3:39 p.m.

It seems that he had taken his unemployed girlfriend Bev to Service Canada to apply for E.I., but it was ridiculously overcrowded.

So now they plan for her to apply online, and want to do it here tomorrow on my computer.

What I neglected to learn was if this meant that he was bringing her here this evening to spend the night? I plan an early a.m. walk, so I have no intention of sitting up.

Some anxiety this early evening saw me watch an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode two ("Taxman") of season four ─ during which I had a very light supper, plus a well needed can each of Cariboo Malt and one of the ciders (5% alcohol). It does not feel to be enough, but it is almost 8:30 p.m.

With that said, I must end my blogging for today. I will but add that I am dreadfully randy.